Red Top Daily

CRIPES! I’ve been absent from these shires for a lengthy time.
I realise that blogging doesn’t really work unless it’s consistent.
So here I endeavour to return.
And what’s new?
Well, our swish news editor departed last Wednesday to head to the hills of the Daily Star.
To write "pun-tastic prose" about “busty blondes”, I teased.
Withered and worn as we all were after deadline - we all trudged to our local in celebration (for him) and gentle commiseration (on account of our loss).
I’ve never had that much fun in a Wetherspoon’s.
Our editor, who wasn't able to make it, whacked a hefty tab on the bar to kick-off proceedings.
All manner of bevvy’s were poured, pub lasagne and mash were consumed and a helium balloon bobbed alongside.
He’s a special spark is Tom – encouraging, motivating and most inspiring.
He was a tough task master, but always fair and made us laugh.
God, this is sounding like an obituary so I’ll stop.
It was his first day today.
I know he’s headed for the top.
Maybe I’ll follow him and we’ll work together again someday.
That’d be a nice dream.